Melinda B Hipple Author


grandpa's jokes— the carp and I take the bait (Published - failedhaiku May 2016)

oscillating fan this way and that a dust bunny (Published - failedhaiku May 2016)

dad's funeral— a stranger in the casket (Published - failedhaiku May 2016)

making change a dogwood blossom on the counter (Published - Notes from the Gean June 2009)

lightning strike— the earth shakes loose a car alarm (Published - Notes from the Gean June 2009)

column of smoke our neighbor's house fills the sky (Published - Notes from the Gean June 2009)

divorce papers the smiley-face cup leaves a ring (Published - Prune Juice Summer 2009)


as are moths I am free to fly yet I turn in this endless circle around your artificial light (Published - Watershed 2014)

a fly crawling on its side breaks loose this flood of memories... my father in his last hours (Published - A Hundred Gourds March 2013)



She pulled up to the drawing class on her bicycle. As confident as any precocious eleven-year-old, she kicked the stand down and pulled off her helmet. Once inside, Emily greeted the adults with sneers. "My mother followed me in the car. She always promises she won't, but she does." Amid a few chuckles, she stormed to her chair and deposited her drawing pad and pencils. "She lies. It's really just lying."

The only child in an adult drawing class, Emily has the hearts of everyone in the room. "It's what parents do," I assured her, "wanting to watch out for their children."

Brenda leaned over and said, "You will appreciate your mother's concern for your welfare when you are older and have kids of your own."

Everyone tried to calm her frustration, but Emily would not be placated. "I tell her not to follow me, but she always does it."

Her mood softened as she concentrated on the evening's assignment. At the end of class we assured her, again, that mothers and fathers only smother us because they care. With a scowl, she climbed on her bike and rode away.

Today a friend asked if I had heard.

"Heard what?"

Emily had been struck by a car while riding her bike home from class. Her leg was broken.

fledglings... a baby praying mantis in her hand


(Published - Notes from the Gean June 2011)